I am about to make you all a little jealous so I'll apologize up front for gloating. Last Friday, good friends of mine gave me four premier tickets and a parking pass to the San Francisco Giant's baseball game. They were field level seats about five rows back at the first base line with a perfect and intimate view of the action. (These types of gifts make it hard to go back to general seating once you've been spoiled!)
Even better, San Francisco was experiencing record-breaking temperatures that made for an incredibly balmy evening at the park - the kind that begs for a plate of nachos and an ice-cold drink (I wore shorts and sandals)! And it didn't hurt that the Giants won the game against the Colorado Rockies in brisk fashion. (Two hours and twenty-three minutes - that's my kind of ballgame.)
During the seventh inning, the Giant's mascot, Lou Seal (Luigi Francisco Seal) joined the party. Having danced a couple of seasons in a Bugs Bunny costume for Great America (it's true!) I get as excited as a kid when I see a fun-loving mascot doing his thing and Lou's among the best in my humble opinion. He was leading us in a crowd-pleasing rendition of Take Me Out to the Ball Game, but failed to notice my waving arms and enthusiastic singing as he rewarded fans with free bags of Cracker Jacks. Hmmm?!? With all due respect to Tim Lincecum and his fantastic pitching, keep your foul balls, what's a gal gotta do to get a FREE box of Cracker Jacks? I LOVE that mammal. Couldn't he tell? Didn't I deserve some love back?
No sooner had that thought popped into my mind when the spectator to my right turned to me and said, "We're taking off soon and I packed extra snacks. Would you like some?" and handed me an unopened box of Cracker Jacks (I kid you not)! "The only condition is that if there's a tattoo inside, you have to wear it." Done! Now how's that for asking the universe to deliver? So without sounding too space age - I am a strong believer in the concept that we have a way of creating our own reality. This isn't a touchy, feely kind of philosophy - it's the understanding that we unconsciously move toward out dominate thought or to put it in other words - ask and ye shall receive!
So why not ask for the house of your dreams and I am betting you'll begin to find it - even if the house isn't perfect (remember perfection doesn't exist). All kinds of opportunities will begin to present themselves and instead of finding objections, you'll begin to see the possibilities!
See what a warm summer evening and a simple box of Cracker Jacks can do? (Although my husband says I set my sights too low and should have asked for a winning lottery ticket instead.) And thanks to the San Francisco Giants, their mascot, Lou Seal, and the unexpected but welcome generosity of my friends for a spectacular evening!
Julie Gardner, has been writing The Perspective for 17 years and has published more than 650 essays. She is also a frequent contributor to the Sound Off column in the Real Estate section of The San Francisco Chronicle.